Sorrento Cycling Club

Post edited 9:36 pm - Tuesday, November 2, 2010 by Paul S Murray

NOW THIS TOUR PROVES BEYOND ALL DOUBT JUST HOW MUCH WE TOUR LEADERS GIVE IN THE LINE OF DUTY. THIS DAY STARTED LIKE AN OLD  WAR MOVIE : WITH GREAT STEALTH OUR HERO (YES,ME) ESCAPED HIS CAPTOR (IT WAS MY WIFES BIRTHDAY AND SHE WAS ON HIGH ALERT) BUT THROUGH GREAT CUNNING AND STASHING MY GREAT ESCAPE VEHICLE NEAR THE FENCE, I MANAGED TO MAKE A BRILLIANT GET-AWAY. I COULD HEAR THE SIREN WAIL AS I RODE FURIOUSLY UP THE GLEN O'DOWNS TO MEET MY FELLOW ESCAPEES. WE QUICKLY DETOURED ACROSS TO KILMAC AND PICKED UP TWO INMATES FROM THE LADIES CAMP. ONWARDS NOW WE HEADED UP INTO THE MOUNTAINS TO MAKE CAPTURE IMPOSSIBLE. HIGHER AND HIGHER WE TRAVELLED UP TO THE SCENE OF THE GREAT DOG-FIGHT IN THE BLUE MAX. GEORGE PEPPARD'S BLUE EYES AND BLOND HAIR WERE CLOUDS ON THE AZURE SKY. WE ENCOUNTERED A TROOP OF FRIENDLY GIRL GUIDES WHO TOLD US THAT THE ROAD AHEAD WAS INFESTED WITH BOY SCOUTS WHO WERE BOUND TO ARREST OUR PROGRESS SO WE TURNED UP BY THE BRE LAKES WHERE ALTITUDE SICKNESS OVERCAME THREE OF OUR NUMBER AND WE LEFT THEM ON THE ROAD ( IT HAD TO BE DONE) AND UP TO SALLY GAP WE CRAWLED INTO A BITTER WIND UNTIL THE TURN FOR LUGGALA WHERE WE WERE ALMOST AMBUSHED BY A NASTY PACK OF  DOGS LED BY SS/UNTERSTERNFUHRER RUNT- WE DID OF COURSE ESCAPE THROUGH ROUNDWOOD AND CALLOW HILL TO THE COAST AND SOME OF US MADE GOOD OUR ESCAPE. I WAS RECAPTURED. BEING KEPT IN SOLITARY, IN THE DOG HOUSE (PLANNING MY NEXT ESCAPE)….SHEEE….MUST GO…….I HEAR THE GUARD APPROACH…………..